Feng Wuji's body began to move slightly, and countless red fire spiritual power surrounded him, frantically going in and out of his body, every time he went in and out, his body would be a little redder, a little hotter, and gradually his body was red like a large cooked lobster. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's hot, it's hot, it's hot outside, it's even hotter inside!

Feng Wuji gritted his teeth and persevered desperately, persistence is victory.

Countless fire spiritual powers seem to be ravaging his body irregularly, and the real fire spiritual power is really communicating with him, if it is said that Chu Feixue and Li Bing's breakthrough method is cultural exchange, and Feng Wuji's breakthrough method is to communicate with him in the way of fighting.

This method is simple and rude, but as long as you get through, the fire spirit power led by Feng Wuji will be more ferocious and lethal than ordinary spirit power in the future.

At this time, Feng Wuji could no longer concentrate, he could only try to insist on not letting himself fall unconscious, if he couldn't hold on to the coma, everything would fall short.

The whole world turned a blood red, the table was red, the TV was red, everything was red, and now, Feng Wuji felt that his body was about to melt, he turned into red fire spiritual power, and he floated in the air.

Gradually, the boundless pain left him, like a raging tide, which came and went quickly.

Feng Wuji turned into a new fire spiritual power, he began to grow slowly, learn, and then, after experiencing the first battle, the first battle he faced was the natural enemy water spiritual power, and in that battle he was seriously injured and dying.

From then on, he began to fight desperately, one after another, he became the squad leader, leading his fire spirit power to charge into battle, attacking the city and plundering the land.

He was lucky, slowly fighting more and more, and his men became more and more, platoon commanders, company commanders, battalion commanders, ・・・・・

Until the end, he became the commander of the army, and he had a lot of fire spirit guards under him.

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Beihai No. 1 Middle School.

The storm came very suddenly and ferociously, however, Beihai is a coastal city, and has quite a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of storm, and it did not have a great impact on the city.

The storm lasted for a whole day and a night, blowing down three or two street lamps and several billboards.

Monday, morning.

After the storm, the air is exceptionally fresh, with a touch of moisture, the sun shines on the earth, and occasionally you can vaguely see the rainbow hanging in the sky, blue sky and white clouds, it will be a beautiful day.

"Where the hell did Mowgli go? It's been a day and a night, and he hasn't come back yet, and he doesn't have a mobile phone, and we can't contact him! Zhang Moran was a person who couldn't sit still, pacing back and forth in the dormitory.

The finals of the first year of high school were held at 8 o'clock in the morning in the main playground, and now that Feng Wuji is missing, how can they not be in a hurry.

Seeing that it was time to gather, Li Bing and the three of them had no choice but to take the first step.

When they came to the main playground, Li Bing and the three of them directly found Xiao Yue and explained the situation to Xiao Yue.

Xiao Yue's face sank, I don't know if it was because she was worried about the game or Feng Wuji's safety, "Okay, you guys go to prepare for the battle first, I know the matter!" ”

After a while, the students in the sixth class of the first year of high school all knew the news of Feng Wuji's disappearance.

"Dropping the chain at a critical moment is really unreliable!"

"It doesn't matter! Anyway, Feng Wuji didn't break through to the innate realm, it's the same with him or not! ”

"That's it, even if it's here, it's a soy sauce player!"

"You say, Feng Wuji will have an accident, otherwise he won't come!"

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Listening to the discussions of the classmates behind her, Chu Feixue frowned slightly, as far as she knew, Feng Wuji was an orphan and had no relatives and friends in Beihai City.

This competition, respectively, corresponds to, the first year of high school finals, the second year of high school finals, the third year of high school finals, all, this is a grand event in which all teachers and students participate, and even many people came outside the school, including students' parents, leaders at all levels, and those who specialize in joining in the fun, which can be described as a sea of people.

"You say, this competition is the sixth class of high school wins? Or our class wins! ”

"Of course it's our first class, there are only two congenitals in the sixth class of high school, and there are three congenitals in our first class! Absolutely crushed! ”

"That's not necessarily, what if the last student in the sixth class of high school also breaks through?"

"Cut! You think it's so easy to break through to innate! Besides, even if he breaks through, he is only the lowest level of innate, and he hasn't even learned exercises and spells, so what does he use to fight against the old innate in our class! ”

All grades were talking about winning or losing the game, and it was almost time to start a gamble to play.

Not only the students were discussing, but even the teachers who maintained order came together.

7:50.

"Look, look, the first class of high school is here!" Zhang Moran shouted in a low voice.

Hearing his voice, Wang Shi and the others looked in the direction of his gaze, and sure enough, Huang Yueru, the head teacher of the first class of high school, led the students to come.

Huang Yueru walked at the front, walking towards the venue of their class, while behind him were four students, lined up.

Everyone's goal was all aimed at the four people behind Huang Yueru.

What does that mean? Why four people? Could it be that these four people in the first class of high school are ・・・・・

And Zhang Moran, Wang Shi and Li Bing saw that there was an acquaintance among the four people in the first class of high school, how could he be there?

The four people behind Huang Yueru, walking in the middle is a tall young man, although he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, he feels very calm, and has a sense of maturity that his peers do not have.

To his left was a tall and thin young man, with a golden glow in his eyes, giving people a sharp feeling, as if he were a sharp sword.

One of the two people on the right is Liu Tianhua, who has a deep relationship with Feng Wuji, and the other is a mediocre-looking teenager, so mediocre that after taking a look, there is no such person in his mind.

Then there were the speeches of the leaders, and some people said that the speeches of the leaders were stinky and long, and sure enough, they took turns to go into battle and spoke for more than an hour.

All the students were very eager to lose the mineral water bottles, but the students in the sixth class of high school wanted to talk a little longer, after all, this was to buy them time, and one more second, Feng Wuji might come in time.

The speech on the stage is in full swing, and the audience is always ready.

The sixth and first classes of high school who will play are standing on both sides of the ring, waiting for the start of the finals.

When Huang Yueru, the head teacher of the first class of high school, saw Xiao Yue, her cheeks, which were originally full of smiles, instantly became gloomy.

As the saying goes, one mountain can't tolerate two tigers, not to mention two tigresses, Xiao Yue and Huang Yueru are the tip of the needle against Maimang, of course, Xiao Yue is the tip of the needle, and they generally crush Huang Yueru, no matter what, appearance, talent, cultivation, of course, except for interpersonal relationships.